"According to intelligence, the Red Party in Shanghai may be preparing to transport a group of people to Maoshan." Araki Harima said in a deep voice.
Cheng Qianfan was shocked. The enemy suddenly strengthened the inspection of the passage leaving Shanghai. This made him worried that the troop transportation work might be detected by the enemy. Sure enough, his worries and suspicions were confirmed here in Araki Harima.
A doubt arose in Cheng Qianfan's heart——
Where does the enemy's intelligence come from?
He immediately captured an important message in Araki Harima's words: Possibility.
Maybe, this is an ambiguous word.
"Red Party?" Cheng Qianfan sneered, then frowned slightly, "Maoshan?"
Looking at Araki Harima, Cheng Qianfan asked directly, "Is it the Red Party that wants to send talents to the New Fourth Army?"
"According to the intelligence officer's analysis, it should be like this." Araki Harima nodded.
Facing his friend Kentaro Miyazaki, Araki Harima is generally more relaxed.
Araki Harima's unintentional words allowed Cheng Qianfan to capture the second key information.
It's 'based on the intelligence officer's analysis', not 'based on the intelligence analysis'!
The former shows that this conclusion was drawn by the intelligence agent's analysis, indicating that the intelligence agent did not have the most accurate information. It should be said that this person made a judgment and conclusion based on the information he had.
The latter means that a certain key information has been mastered, and this conclusion is obtained through careful analysis by the special higher education courses.
It may seem that the results are similar, but in fact the subtleties behind them are quite different.
"What do you need me to do?" Cheng Qianfan asked Araki straightforwardly without asking Araki Harima anything about intelligence.
"Our people went out to inquire for information, but there was no progress in the past few days." Araki Harima clinked glasses with Miyazaki Kentaro and said, "I need your help."
"No problem." Cheng Qianfan nodded, "I will arrange for my subordinates to secretly gather information and pay attention to abnormal trends."
After saying that, he thought for a while and asked, "Do you know the size of the people the other party plans to leave Shanghai?"
"There should be dozens of people, it's quite a large scale." Araki Harima said.
It’s ‘should’ again.
Cheng Qianfan already had a preliminary reasoning in his mind about this intelligence agent who provided such important information to the Special High School:
First of all, this person is lurking within our ranks.
Secondly, this person has access to a certain level of news and intelligence.
Thirdly, this person is not a person in a key position. The information he possesses is very complex and requires careful identification, extraction, and summary.
For example, this person may have confirmed the information about our troop movement through some information, and finally reached a judgment and conclusion through analysis.
Then, the Special High School attaches great importance to this intelligence agent, or quite trusts this person, because generally speaking, intelligence agents only need to provide accurate intelligence, and intelligence agents generally do not need to report their analysis and judgment, or in other words,
Only ace agents have the right to analyze and judge based on the information at hand, and only ace agents' analysis and conclusions will be taken seriously, just like the "Flame" is to our party and the "Blue Bird" is to the military commander.
"I will arrange for my subordinates to pay attention to the abnormality." Cheng Qianfan nodded, and then he fell into deep thought.
"What's wrong?" Araki Harima asked.
"The section chief should give an order to Zhang Xiaolin and let Zhang Xiaolin's people come to inquire about the information." Cheng Qianfan snorted and said, "Although I hate this old guy very much, I have to admit that Zhang Xiaolin has great influence in Shanghai, and his disciples
There are many, so if you are looking for someone to get information, he is a good choice.”
"The section chief has personally called Zhang Xiaolin and ordered him and the New Asia Peace Promotion Association to take action to secretly inquire about the relevant movements of the Red Party," Araki Harima said.
Cheng Qianfan nodded and said nothing more.
At this moment, the phone on the table suddenly rang.
Araki Harima picked up the phone.
Cheng Qianfan slowly tasted the "Imperial" sake, but in fact he was inadvertently observing Araki Harima's expression.
Araki Harima was surprised at first, and then looked excited.
"Great, I'll be right back." With that said, Araki Harima hung up the phone.
"It seems there is good news, Mr. Araki." Cheng Qianfan asked with a smile.
"It is indeed good news." Araki Harima nodded, "Zhang Xiaolin's people caught a suspicious person."
"Suspicious person?" Cheng Qianfan was surprised.
"This person may be one of the people the Red Party wants to transport to Maoshan." Araki Harima said, "Of course, it will take an interrogation to know the authenticity."
As he spoke, he showed a disdainful expression, "Zhang Xiaolin's men, you know how those people behave...for rewards."
Cheng Qianfan nodded solemnly and sneered at the same time, "There is an old saying in China, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."
With that said, he stood up and took the initiative to say goodbye to Araki Harima, "Araki-kun, I will fully cooperate with you on what you have told me. I will go back to the patrol room first and won't disturb you to deal with important matters."
Araki Harima glanced at his friend, looking thoughtful, and then said, "Miyazaki-kun, please come back to the special high school class with me."
Cheng Qianfan looked puzzled.
"You will participate in the interrogation with me." Araki Harima said, "If anything comes out during the interrogation, I can easily notify you to cooperate with us."
He looked at Cheng Qianfan, "Based on our understanding of the Red Party and Chongqing, they are used to hiding in the concession."
Cheng Qianfan understood what Araki Harima meant and nodded, "Okay, I'll follow you back to the special high school class."
…
Hongkou District.
The location of the special higher education course.
Although the Chinese people in the nearby streets did not know what the courtyard was used for, there were Japanese soldiers standing guard. From time to time, Japanese soldiers would rush out and some people would be arrested.
In fact, in the common people's impression, they only saw people being arrested in this yard, but no one was released.
Therefore, in the hearts of the common people, this place, this courtyard, is like a ferocious and huge beast, opening its bloody mouth and ready to swallow the lives of the people at any time.
Cheng Qianfan ordered Li Hao, Hou Pingliang and others to leave, and he took Araki Harima's car directly to the Special High School.
The Japanese sentry raised the barrier, and a group of two cars rushed into the yard and braked suddenly.
Araki Harima and Cheng Qianfan got off the bus from both sides.
"Do you want to see the section chief first?" Cheng Qianfan hesitated when he saw that Araki Harima was going directly to the torture room of the Special High School Course.
"Okay." Although Araki Harima was eager to interrogate the prisoner, he still nodded after thinking about it.
Sanbonjiro stood on the window sill, and the scene in the yard was all under his gaze:
As soon as Araki got out of the car, he hurried towards the direction of the torture chamber; it was Kentaro Miyazaki who called out to Araki.
Then, the two men went up the stairs together.
Sanbonjiro couldn't help but nodded slightly.
It is said that the true story lies in the subtleties. From this detail, we can see that Kentaro Miyazaki respects himself from the bottom of his heart, and it is by no means superficial.
Cheng Qianfan and Araki Harima knocked on the door and entered the section chief's office. They saw Sanbonjiro sitting on the swivel chair with an expressionless face, looking at the two of them with sinister eyes.
Both of them were a little embarrassed. They didn't know where their work was not done well, but they made the section chief angry again.
"Zhang Xiaolin's people have arrested a prisoner. You can go and interrogate him now." Sanbonjiro said coldly.
"Hai!"
"Hai!"
The two of them saluted respectfully. After leaving the section chief's office, Cheng Qianfan glanced at Araki Harima and said, "Araki-kun, have you made the section chief angry?"
Araki Harima glared at his friend and gave him a look, letting Miyazaki feel it for himself.
Without stopping, he quickly walked downstairs towards the torture room.
Cheng Qianfan smiled slightly and followed Araki Harima's footsteps.
In the section chief's office, Sanbonjiro raised a proud smile on his lips:
The method Wu Shanyue mentioned is indeed effective.
These two people must be suspicious now. They don't know where they failed to do their job and angered him.
After such a beating, it should be possible to ensure the efficiency and seriousness of these two guys' work in a short period of time.
He shook his head and sneered. The Chinese were weak and pitiful, and this so-called way of controlling their subordinates was really a trick.
…
As soon as Cheng Qianfan approached the torture chamber, he heard a miserable howl, pouring out crazily through the crack in the door, rushing into his ears and piercing his nerves.
"Are you going to say it? Say it!"
"What are you doing at Bai Saizhong Road?"
"Your identity!"
"Who is your upline? Tell me!"
The whip whistled in the air, hitting the human body, making a dull sound, mixed with miserable screams floating in the air, which was horrifying.
Go through the iron gate and enter the torture chamber.
Cheng Qianfan immediately felt the pungent smell, the smell of blood, the smell of burning, the smell of urine and feces, the smell of tobacco, and countless other smells mixed together, impacting people's sense of smell.
Two people were tortured at the same time in the torture chamber.
"Which one?" Araki Harima asked.
An interrogation agent pointed at the young man who was tied to a wooden frame and beaten with a whip.
"What happened to that person?" Araki Harima asked, pointing to a middle-aged man who had passed out.
"Zhang Xiaolin's people sent it," the agent said.
Araki Harima immediately understood that this was a fat sheep targeted by Zhang Xiaolin. He arranged for his men to kidnap the person secretly, and then sent him to the Special High School through his connections and handed him over for interrogation:
The Special High School will accuse this person of being a Japanese hater.
Can people who enter the special high school get out alive?
Zhang Xiaolin would pat his chest and say - if Boss Zhang comes forward, the Japanese will also give him face.
Then, the family members spent all their wealth to get their relatives who were almost crippled, and they still had to accept the favor of Boss Zhang.
Araki Harima waved his hand, indicating that this person should be put aside first.
Cheng Qianfan put his hands behind his back and glanced at the middle-aged man who had passed out.
"Miyazaki-kun, do you want to have a good time?" Araki Harima asked Miyazaki Kentaro.
"Forget it, I'm a little tired today." Cheng Qianfan said, "I'll just listen to the screams."
Then he smiled, pulled the swivel chair over and sat on it.
Araki Harima laughed.
He reached out, took the red-hot iron from his hand, and pressed it directly against his belly.
…
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The miserable cry then stopped abruptly.
The victim was so painful that he fainted.
"Araki-kun, you are still in the old habit of not asking first if you want to move or not, but just ruthlessly attacking." Cheng Qianfan laughed loudly and said.
"Unless they have been severely punished, their confessions are not credible." Araki Harima said with a smile.
With a look from him, an agent scooped up a ladle of salt water and poured it directly on the victim.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
The victim who fainted was woken up by the pain.
There was another miserable howl.
Cheng Qianfan sat on the swivel chair and leaned forward. He lit a cigarette and slowly blew out a smoke ring.
His expression was focused, even a little obsessed, as if this miserable scream was like a beautiful piece of music in his ears.
There was a smile on the corner of his mouth and between his eyebrows, as if he was enjoying all this very much.
…
Araki Harima picked up the whip again and whipped it hard a few times before nodding with satisfaction.
In this case, there will basically be no problem if you confess.
He grabbed the victim's hair, exhaled stench from his mouth, and asked fiercely, "Name!"
"Shi Lei."
Hearing this, Araki Harima showed a proud smile and winked triumphantly at Kentaro Miyazaki who was standing aside.
Kentaro Miyazaki laughed heartily.
"Where are you from?" Araki Harima continued to ask.
"Nanshi Granny Lane."
“What to do at Bai Saizhong Road?”
Shi Lei fell silent.
Araki Harima tilted his head, and an agent came over with a large vise and clamped Shi Lei's left middle finger directly.
"I said, I said." Shi Lei struggled desperately and shouted, "I am from the Intelligence Section of the Central Unification Shanghai Station. I went to Bai Saizhong Road to see my commander."
Cheng Qianfan's buttocks left the swivel chair, his eyes showing surprise.
Araki Harima was also quite surprised.
This Chinese person turned out to be not a member of the Red Party, but a member of the Central Unification Committee in Chongqing.
Of course, in addition to being surprised, the two of them had another surprise in common.
"Araki-kun, didn't you say that the people in Zhongtong are all soft-headed, and they start talking after being whipped twice?" Cheng Qianfan looked maliciously at Shi Lei, who was screaming in pain.
Araki Harima also looked thoughtful, then turned his head and looked at Shi Lei thoughtfully.
"You are not from the Central Military Commission." Araki Harima said with a cold expression, "You should be from the Military Command."
"I'm from Zhongtong." Shi Lei said weakly.
"Hit him." Araki Harima waved his hand, "He's still not honest."
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The whip came down, and Shi Lei let out another miserable howl.
"It doesn't seem like he was lying." Cheng Qianfan stepped forward with a smile on his face, watching the torture of the Central Command officers with interest, and turned to Araki Harima beside him.
"Are you really from Zhongtong?" Araki Harima asked.
"I'm from the Central Unification Bureau. I've told you. I said I'm from the Intelligence Department of the Central Unification Shanghai Station. I said it, but you don't believe it." Shi Lei cried loudly. He felt that his whole body was hurting, and his bones were aching, especially
It was his belly that had been tortured with a hot iron. He wished he could insert his fist into it and dig out the painful internal organs.
"There are good men in Zhongtong too!" Shi Lei roared in aggrieved and angry tone.
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